05:00
I am sitting in the wheel chair, in the kitchen, eating a hot dog omelet.
My back was screaming for relief while in bed, so I decided to just get up, and drug up. Muscle relaxers, pain pills, and anti-inflamatories. Some of these pills eat my stomach, so food is important.
I don't like eating when I don't need nourishment. I don't want food to be entertainment. I don't want food to be ulcer prevention.
I have no stump pain, no phantom pain, just old, familiar, back pain.
Like being lost, in a strange place, then seeing someone you know, but don't really like, right next to you. Your not quite happy to see them, but some how comforted by their presence. The enemy you know.
I laid in bed and did the full set of back exercises and stretches. I haven't done them for a long time. My mind has been distracted with cancer and loosing a leg.
I'm not alone now. Millions and millions of people have back pain. I'm back in the flock.
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06:50
OK I feel the pills doing their job. Maybe I can get an hour nap before Maddie wakes up.
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